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Post by Plato on Jan 27, 2017 5:28:03 GMT
Powerlevel:153,201 (This is an Open De thread enter at your own risk)
Plato was tired sitting on his hands, for days on end he had not been able to get any meeting with Konats ruler and find out what had been going. He had heard from Denim she was eaten by something, whether it was kashvarr or not was an issue indeed, but if someone would know it'd be the leaders of the planet who he assumed at least had an idea that the Ae had tried to invade the planet, and by his return he assumed they would be ready to greet him, whether through ki or pens. It just didn't add up in his head, they would of done something the former king returning from exile. Perhaps they were preparing, perhaps they sat on their hands doing nothing, however he needed to find out what was going on and he was not going to wait for the king of Konats, Breech if he was still on world and others who could hold power on his homeworld. Plato had no time to waste; once he was done here he had to meet up with his allies on namak once they gave the word. He didn't have time to spare.
The Konstain grabbed his sword strapping to his back, "Were about to find out what’s going on whether through bloodshed or negation I’ll leave that up to the king." Ki and Flames rushed around him as he sprang into action he flying towards the Capital, that would be most likely were they would be holding court at the moment, or if the Kashvarr ruled at least he'd meet their Konstian puppet. Though ever second thoughts raced through his head, what could be going on? He had left a man he knew nothing about to protect his people yet on the surface nothing seemed wrong, but he could not think so vague, on the surface when people came to his world, they didn't see the children in cages forced to endure torture from the Kashvarr and their wicked magic’s, nor did they see the kings licking the boots of those same men giving them all they desire without lifting a finger to protect his people, a people who were being taken and either died or became servants of those bastards. No, he didn't think that vague, he was a man with unknown intention if he was a good man who was here out of the bottom of his heart, he would be very excited however, as much as he wanted to believe such a thing, he knew good men don't come around that often. Most who claimed to be good men put veils on their heads and hide their inner sin, their prized darkness; he knew better to believe that if this breech was still on konats he had the best interest of his people at hand.
The King slammed in front of the Castle flames pulsating around him as people within the air had shocked and fearful looks though he didn't meet them, if he did he might of lost all his resolve. He didn't want to have anything getting in his way if a fight did break down. The man put his hand on his sword handle looking at guards that were stationed in front of the castle. "I've come to meet with the king get in my way I’ll be forced to stop you." Plato said through a narrow gaze as the guards were not going to be so foolish to stop the Konstian, he had taken konats once not like they grew in power to outpace the Former king. He frowned, he didn't like trying to hurt his people or intimidate them, but it was for the good of them, once he meet whoever was ruling now asked about Denim and meet their leaders and saw hopefully they were good people, he would leave. He wanted the best for them, if the people ruling them proved to be such, why should he ruin that? Why should he put his people in danger because of his Selfishness and pride, he wanted to protect them perhaps these people were his best chance for that, however he needed to know, he had to be sure. He never wanted to regret the day if something happened to all of them because he had made the wrong choice. He stepped into the throne room sword at his side calmly standing in the middle of the room waiting for whoever was king now to appear, "I know this is against the laws of my people, barging into the palace, however I’ve come to meet to my king as the former king i want to know who knows leads our people to a brighter future." Plato got into a knee, "If he cannot appear i'm going to assume he is gone or someone who does not want to see the former king rules, in which case, i'm going to retake the throne to find someone that i can trust to keep us all safe." He closed his eyes he knew their be talk from people waiting in the castle, if any were waiting but he had made his move, now he just had to wait, whether for the king to appear or him to cower in the shadows.
(Plato is going to take the throne if the ruler of konats fails to show himself, other then that he trying to be as non violent as possible at the moment)
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Post by Dr. Breech on Jan 28, 2017 1:31:39 GMT
[Thread PL: 73,119 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! Current PL: 438,714!] [Maximillion has joined the thread! Maximillion's PL: 50,000]
"Sire, he's ready for a fight this time." "You're kidding me..."The Mighty King Maximillion sat on the throne, fist placed under his chin as he fell deep into thought. This traitor was still here, and it looked like he wouldn't take no for an answer this time. He sighed, unclasping the cape from his pauldrons, and standing up. He walked towards the exit of the throne room, his gaze falling on Breech, who was waiting by the doorway. "We have to end this peacefully."Breech nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way."The duo turned, and walked out of the palace. They arrived outside quickly enough, finding Plato, engulfed in flames. Breeches Magic Detection Suite was going nuts. This one had quite the magical affinity. The Doctor gave Plato a quizzical look. What could have possessed the fool to come back after being exiled by a creature so strong it took out two Golden Saiyans? Breech placed his hands behind his back, nodding at Plato in greetings. "A pleasure to see you again, deserter. Come to grovel beneath your lord's feet."Maximillion put his hand out in front of Breech. "That's enough."The Dummy King stared at Plato, daggers of fury behind his eyes. "How dare you. I thought I made it quite clear you weren't wanted here by denying your request for an audience." His fists clenched. "You abandoned us; abandoned your own people. I thought you DIED out there, Plato! And here you are, in full health?! You ran away. Breech saw it with his own eyes."A crowd began to gather at the bottom of the steps. Konatsian people murmured. Some were cybernetically augmented. They were uncertain of who exactly this man was. It'd been so long since Plato's last visit, some had forgotten his face. "I won't let your filth sully this planet any longer than it has to. Get out. Get out, and NEVER come back."
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Post by Tarion Konat on Jan 28, 2017 2:23:09 GMT
When the servant urgently knocked on the massive wooden door leading to Tarion's room, there was no response. Normally, the short blue haired boy would've waited patiently for Tarion to emerge on his own time, but in this moment, the entire planet was at stake. Bursting in as politely as he could, the small servant was shocked to find that Prince Konat was already on his feet, fully clothed and gazing out the window of the castle with a wicked determination in his deep teal eyes. His hand clenched abruptly, but by the time he turned around, he had a growing smirk on his face that slowly crackled into a grin. "The liberator," Tarion spoke softly, his voice filled with a hushed, giddy delight, "has returned at last."Tarion's servant merely bowed in reverence to the prince, awaiting an order, which the musclebound royal brat was quick to dispatch. "Gather the guard, immediately. I expect an entourage when I make my entrance." The prince's voice was filled with a hissing laughter, as if he was ready to burst into a fit of rage or a peak of euphoria at any moment. The young servant knew better than to mess with the prince, and set out to gather his accompaniment immediately. The throne of Konats belonged to him; it was his family line who had masterfully controlled the relationship with the Kasvhar, it was his father who had lead Konats to it's diplomatic supremacy, and it was Prince Tarion himself who deserved to be the ruler of the planet. Plato may have convinced the common imbeciles to side with him due to his rash and politically inconsiderate acts against the Kashvar, but Tarion was determined restore the Konat family to royalty, and to immediately squelch out the disgusting technological cancer plaguing Konatasian society. But beyond all of that, there was what the prince really and truly cared about, the thing he was reminded of every time he executed a slave or dictated decree in the senate. Power. He would have it, one way or another. The prince nimbly pulled on his armor over his head, allowing the two drapes of red fabric to tumble down his back. The mirrors that occupied all of the walls of his room shone back the image of a Prince ready for his ascendance. Today was Tarion's coronation. The prince paced briskly down the stairs, his massive frame occupying a large portion of the hallway down from his private tower. Waiting at the base of the stairwell were two slaves, kneeling, one bearing the ancient golden sword of his forefathers, the other bearing a glass of the finest konatasian wine. Taking the wine glass in one hand and the blade in the other, the Prince sheathed the blade over his back, and downed the glass elegantly in a single sip, before allowing the glass to drop to the floor and shatter. Swiftly trailing through the main hall of the castle, the prince greeted the group of armored konatasians at the gate. They were the best men of their caliber, all kneeling before the prince. This, if anything was proof of his royalty. The finest of the loyalists bowed to him, and he was the only one who could command their vanguard. "Let us go then," the Prince chimed resolutely, with a hint of wicked anticipation in his voice, "Onwards… to greatness."
The prince and his entourage immediately exited the private castle, an ancient home of the former konatasian countess, dethroned by Plato's "revolutionary" conquest. Tarion would succeed where his father failed; he would defeat Plato, be it with the pen… or the sword. The Prince's massive size, combined with the glistening golden blade of the Konatasian ancient monarchy immediately drew crowds as Tarion pushed through the very heart of the city. But as soon as the groups had gathered, they parted like the seas for the group of armored guards that surrounded the prince in a diamond. Whispers immediately began to erupt throughout the crowds. The son of the former King Konat had returned, at the very same time as the former King Plato. The tension filled the air like thick smog, but excitement heated it into pluming vapor. This was a moment of truth for the planet, surely..? Tarion barged through the crowd outside of the castle just as Plato spoke the words "I've come to meet the former King." A benevolent smile washed across Prince Tarion's face as his guards immediately stood at the perimeter of the palace walls and bowed to both Plato and the decorated Maximillion. The Prince's massive hight but incredible physical condition would surely make an impact on the masses, but more important was his face. That characteristic compassionate smile, the raised cheekbones and black hair… He was without a doubt, the son of the former king of Konats. "Plato, the liberator," the Prince spoke aloud with an air of jubilant warmth, "How excellent it is to see you again!"The armored prince shifted slightly, noting the the condemning nature of the King and turning to him with a gentle smile. "And Maximillion!" he smiled with exaltation, "No need for hostility my friend, Plato simply seeks an audience with King Konat. He certainly deserves that much after all he's done for our people."
Prince Tarion turned back to the desecrated slave king once more, as the golden blade, a symbol of ancient comfortable nobility, glistened in it's sheath. "And you're looking at his son." The black haired konatasian finally introduced himself, more for the benefit of the crowd than either of the royalty present. "I am of course, Prince Tarion Konat, of the orthodox nobility. It's quite the honor to see you again, Plato, and a great pleasure to meet the new royalty as well!"
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Post by Plato on Jan 28, 2017 2:44:25 GMT
He looked at breech as he entered alongside this Maximillon Figure, who he had never meet in his life, but he couldn't even sense a droplet of Ki from either. "Hmm both androids I don't know what was I expecting, so the council elected this man or...something else happen." He looked at Breech with a steady gaze, trying to calmly plan out his next move, looking around they were a lot of people if he wanted to fight at full strength people would die that was certain. "I've not come to grovel at anyone feet, nor did I flee, I fought for my people but I was forced to flee or else I would be killed, a king in exile is better than a dead king suppose that based on how one thinks about it." He said looking around at the crowd, some of them were cyborgs, like that Bing figure he meet, they were still Konstian but parts of their body had been changed and their Ki became nearly impossible to find. "I see you been helping people by replacing limbs they lost I assume, that is a good cause you us your technology but I’m not here for that, I will leave peaceful once I get the piece I wanted to here." He said standing back up looking at Breech and the King. "It’s funny my lord, you and I have never meet, whatever happened, breech has been lying you this whole time." He said, "While they had destroyed two whole planets no matter who was king would not have been able to stop them, no matter who ruled over konats." He said with great seriousness looking around at his people. "As for your claim I am at full health that would be a mistake." He turned his head as he heard the voice of someone who seemed to be popular and when he said he was the son of the former king of Konats he pausing, “I see well we welcome to Prince Konat, I hope your father is doing alright and that any hatred between us is quelled, I did what I thought was the best choice to stop the kashvarr.” He bowed his head though he however keep a narrow gaze, he couldn’t be so sure he was here for good reasons, if Plato did take over the world having favor with the man would be a great power play, however only time would tell what occurred. Plato Paused as he grabbed the hinge to the armor that covered his Right arm he flicking it off it landing next to him with a thud, "When I left the planet, I meet my fate, I died however death has given me new vision, I’m stronger then I was before this death, however I’ve not come here to take over, if I had I would of destroyed the castle before you had a chance to fight back I have some questions, while gone I heard some horrible things, so I wanted to know if they were true if they are then I’ll be forced to do what I believe is the best course of action and if they are lies, I shall never step an inch on konats again, I swear that as long as you protect my people lord Breech." He bowed his head trying to be king as possible despite the impulse to rip the machine and his little friend in two. He had dared to destroy his name while he was gone, telling those lies, he didn't run because he had a choice, he ran because he had none. If he had stayed he would have died, and he didn't want walker watching over konats when he was willing to overlook the kashvarr crimes because he was a worse evil. Regardless, he knew he needed to step carefully, breech was an android he could of held back against Carva, for all he knew he was facing his second end, though seeing as he didn't appear till arias was dead made him believe he was weaker than at least a super saiyan when they meet of course his strength had most likely grown since that point. "There was a woman named Denim, and I heard she was eaten, I was concerned because, the kasvharr beast are known to eat their foes, perhaps you know about that, maybe a kashvarr rebellion Perhaps?" He finished speaking on what he came to ask and waited for a response, he wanted to know they would respond then he'd make his next move. (Re posted to keep it in a good order
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Post by Dr. Breech on Jan 31, 2017 11:06:34 GMT
"The council did not elect me. Breech has executive power. He placed me on the throne, and for good reason. Unlike you, I've got honor."Things were tense, but they were about to get much tenser. Maximillion scoffed at Plato, who said he was "forced" to flee. He folded his metallic arms across his chest, his gaze fiery. "You had a choice. You could have fought to the last moment, but instead you ran." His eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched. "That tree beast should have ended you when it had the chance."The conversation was clearly close to devolving, but luckily, a new face re-directed the rage. Bearing armor of high class, and weaponry of an even higher one, Tarion Konat, the rightful King of Konats, had appeared before them. He greeted Plato and Maximillion warmly, ignoring Breech outright. The Doctor was wary already. His scanners worked hard to collect every detail about the Prince. He was weak, but then again, so was Plato. Either one of them could be hiding immense power up their sleeves. His battle inhibitors eased up, and his neck cracked audibly. "A pleasure to meet royalty such as yourself, Prince Tarion. It is a shame you had not arrived earlier. Perhaps I'd be advising you instead."He smirked coyly at Maximillion, but it seemed he wasn't in the mood for such jokes. His greeting for Tarion was much colder. "Prince. Welcome back."Breech bumped Max with his elbow to silently say "stop being a jackass". The King took the hint, and bowed to the Prince. Breech bowed as well, before speaking warmly. "If you have anything you need, please, don't hesitate to ask."Plato briefly took hold of the conversation, taking note of the few cybernetically enhanced Konatsians in the crowd. Breech nodded, stepping forwards as he spoke. "Indeed. It's hard work, but the more lives we save, the stronger the planet becomes. Each day we are growing into more and more of a fighting force. Perhaps with enough time, we could beat back an entire Saiyan armada, not to mention a handful of their high-class fighters."The False King went on, insinuating Breech and his people had decimated two entire planets before coming to Konats. Breech and Maximillion shared a confused look. "Forgive my intrusion, Ex-King, but I'm fairly certain I've never destroyed any planets, much less considered it. You can check my memory banks if you'd like. I assure you, never once did I destroy any worlds in the galaxy."While Breech took the accusation calmly, Max did not. The King drew his blade, his self-control slipping. "You dare talk about my Royal Adviser that way?! I should have you hung for treason, you contemptuous FILTH!"Breech placed his hand on Maximillion's shoulder, trying to calm the raging man. It took a few deep breaths, but Maximillion sheathed his blade once more. A few of the onlookers seemed disappointed. The Doctor listened to Plato's words intently. It seemed he had died while out in space, and in the time since, came back to life. Breech was going to discard his words as propaganda, but the woman he apparently met, and the events she'd told him of made him question things. How could he possibly know of the wild woman they'd dealt with? Was she working with him, or did he really meet his end, and find new life in the world beyond? Could Soufa's soul still be recovered? He shook his head. There was no way. Plato was a mad man with information, nothing more. Breech explained the situation as best he could. "Ahh yes, Denim. She unleashed a raging Oozaru outside the city, which threatened to demolish Ocariin. We destroyed her and the beast she called a child. Afterwards, an associate of mine absorbed her." He placed his hands behind his back, but he was more than ready to put Plato down if he reacted to the information poorly. "You may think it odd, but she was to be executed anyways. Why not allow my allies to gains strength from her defeat?"
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Post by Tarion Konat on Feb 2, 2017 1:08:45 GMT
Tarion watched with carefully regulated delight as the former king whipped out accusations against the current king. However, the longer the conversation went on, the more obvious it became that the current king wasn't very much of a leader on his own. Pulling the strings behind the scenes was his advisor, a much more interesting looking old man who seemed to move with a bionic perfection.
When the "king" mentioned executive power, it became immediately clear to Tarion, a political prodigy, that he was absolutely the one in charge here. This Maximillion was nothing more than a patriotically blithering buffoon to be manipulated by the true mastermind… Breech.
When Plato greeted him, Tarion smiled curtly at the apology of his father's usurping, not willing to give the former king much to work with. It would take more than an offhanded remark to mend the wound that he had created with his idiotic rebellion. "Of course. Things couldn't go on with the Kashvar like that forever," quickly remarked the prince.
The king and the puppetmaster's greetings were far more palatable to the egotistical prince. After warmly greeting him, Breech bowed to the ground, with the audacious king suspiciously quiet as he too knelt. The lost flood of power coursed through Tarion's veins. This was the feeling he had desired for so long. The old man slyly commented that if Tarion had presented himself as a viable heir earlier, perhaps it would be him putting Plato on trial rather than Maximillion.
Tarion laughed warmly, "Ah but the new royalty has done so well. Much more has been done to advance our society in the past months than in the entire coup of…" He trailed off, implying Plato without explicitly stating his name.
As Breech informed him that he should simply ask for anything he needed, the prince reciprocated the respect, attempting to form something of a mutuality with the advisor, and to a lesser extent, with the king. "Of course. I am completely at your service, thank you for your hospitality."
Soon, Plato wrestled for control of the conversation once more. It seemed to the Prince that the former king wasn't much of a speaker, as he looked to be having trouble dealing with the typical slimy nuance of konatasian political conversation.
Finally, a rather damning accusation was hurled at the new royalty, which sent Tarion into a state of mental frenzy. Planet destroyers? Regardless of it's truth, Breech took the attack incredibly well, immediately redirecting the verbal offense into a perfect defense. It suddenly became painfully clear that the advisor was in fact an android, as many konatasians around him were becoming recently.
"Plato—" the Prince spoke out suddenly, an expression of seeming betrayal shifting across his face. The growing audience would immediately feel the shift of Tarion's power from Plato's side to that of the new royalty. "After I've defended you in the name of a fair audience, why would you make such baseless accusations against these noble men?"
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing. "For a King of his experience, Maximillion has been just and benevolent to the people of Konats, especially considering the difficulty of managing a Kingdom without the ancient authority and respected customs of the Konat lineage."
Once more, Tarion looked over at Plato, eyes wide with hurt, as if he was begin slowly pulled to Breech's side against his will.
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Post by Plato on Feb 2, 2017 1:44:23 GMT
"The Council didn't elect you i see, well Breech is a wise man i'd assume he would only find those most able to run the planet." He said bowing his head, though he still had a glare pointed sharply at Breech, "I hope the council was not too put down after i assume you made your own council, guess that is what happens when powers shifts." He shrugged not worrying too much about how they died, it was just the assumption they did was what they worried. "Yes i could of stayed but don't worry king i did meet my fate, as i stated i have died and been reborn form the flames of suffering." he said with crossed arms. Then he made his mistake. Hearing the reaction to what he said he blinked, "Oh right..you didn't..." he seemed to be lost in thought for a couple seconds trying to gather back what he was going to say as if the memories were trying to reform in his head trying to remember what he was going to say. "Right, the sse destroyed two planets, sorry dieing has some horrible effects on the brain, and the beasts feed on those too it is just a lovely combination." He pressed a finger on his forehead, "I understand your rage so i apologize to you all." He bowed his head, he really should of been more carefully, the scowls told him enough they were firmly in his grasp unable to see what he saw, if he fought what would happen, a planet thrown in chaos agian because of a selfish choice. He had to confirm what he believed and he didn't have enough to make such drastic actions.
He nodded to Tarion, "Yes your right from what i've seen the people have been very happy and unlike your father not dealing with the kashvarr handing children to them like they were pieces of trash worth nothing, thrown away that was what i fought for, i was never meet to be king prehaps breech and Max are." he bowed his head agian to the three royals before pausing collecting his words as he got ready to speak looking at the face of breech. He didn't seem too convinced, as he shaked his head as if he was thinking he letting off a small smirk as the man spoke before he frowned hearing that his ally had absorbed her. He clenched his fist at his side though he keep his cool, it was not as if meant harm by it, he got the idea, they needed power to protect, it sometimes meant they had to do some horrible acts, at least he was not the kashvarr doing it because he enjoyed the thrill, but for the sake of protecting his people at least he assumed. "Allies, i didn't see any when you first came, i see." he rubbed his chin looking with a hard gaze at the android, "However, i think i understand what your doing, you had allies knowing their is no leader on konats that can rule a war torn world you have united it, not for me of course, but for someone else." He moved his hand to Tarion, "Perhaps the prince, despite the sins of his father." He crossed his arms, "Anyhow i suppose i need to prove some things to you, i read your expression the shaking the head you must not believe in my death, which take as you will is true i assure you if you wish to see the proof ask away." he cracked his neck.
He lifted a finger as he knew he forgot something, "One more thing, as i left the battlefield early, you know by chance what happened to Aritcho, and of course the body of the two Saiyan lovers, Carva and Arias." he said, "You must of seen them, if they escaped hell like i did they would of been here for the briefest of times, therefore i'd assume you'd pick it up but i never meet them in hell, which makes me believe that they either escaped before me, or...something else." He said raising a finger pointing at Breech, "This is my last question i assure you, once i have this answer i shall make my choice, so pick your words carefully, lieing to me would not be a good idea then agian the truth might be worse."
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Post by Dr. Breech on Feb 5, 2017 6:08:47 GMT
Breech smiled warmly at Tarion. It was rare to meet a man with manners as well-kept as his. Most of the Good Doctor's company, aside from Contagion, were a bit brutish. Little room for the mind under all that bravado they sported. He saw a flicker of intelligence under all the crassness Rebecca shielded herself with, but it would take quite some work to pull it out of her. He wasn't sure if it was work he was willing to put in.
While Tarion had begun getting more on Breeches good side with each passing moment, Plato had done the opposite. Each word that spilled from the Exiled King's maw was like a taste of insanity. The Inventor had little reason to doubt Walker's actions months ago now. This man was a blight, and simply listening to him proved that. Still though, Breech kept himself calm, showing no signs of irritation. His poker face was impeccable, and it was enhanced two-fold when he'd become an android.
"I see. Perhaps you should rest, then. A wounded mind is the worst ailment one can endure."
It seemed Tarion was just as befuddled by Plato's words as the new royals were. He had swapped sides in this conversation, going from a neutral party, to full support for Maximillion and Breech.
Plato, unfortunately, continued on, commenting on the more jovial mood the populace seemed to exhibit compared to the ages of previous rulers. It certainly did seem that way so far. Even without the use of completely artificial citizens to sway the public to S.C.A.R's side, the Konatsian people were more than happy with the way things were. In another time, perhaps before Breech's meeting with Contagion, this would have meant good things for the galaxy.
Thankfully, Plato seemed to be closing up his little interrogation. He posed one last question, asking if Breech had sensed the energy signatures of Carva, Arias or Articho after their demise. He pondered the question for a few moments, checking his data logs as well as cross-referencing his information with the super computer located in his laboratory. It took some time, but he did indeed find some answers.
"Yes... A few months after the Golden Saiyan's demise... His Energy Signature was detected? How could this be?"
He continued searching the files for a few moments. The data was truly baffling. His mind wanted to ignore the confusing evidence, chalk it up to a fluke. Sadly, however, he knew too much about Ki. His favorite professor at college used to be enamored with the concept of Ki. It was a force tied to the being it belonged to. There was no way anyone could replicate the energy another being gave off, aside from absorbing their DNA into themselves. Even then, it was an imperfect facsimile.
Deciding he'd investigate this completely mystifying evidence later, he scrolled through a few more files, projecting them from his eye onto the wall behind him. They were falsified documents, detailing the events of Carva's reconstruction in a way that shone only the Saiyan Sentinel in a bad light, leaving Breech to seem mostly innocent.
"The other two were never detected again. I tried to revive Carva myself, in hopes that he could be changed to become a force for good, but his violent tendencies were sown into his mind. I had to destroy him a second time. His parts are scattered across space. As for Arias, she was consumed by a Majin woman. She was working for the man who exiled you."
He closed off the projector in his eye, and placed his hands behind his back. "Now then, you did say that was your last question. If you are in need of a space-fairing vessel, I can easily accommodate."
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Post by Tarion Konat on Feb 6, 2017 1:29:26 GMT
Tarion stood politely at attention as the mad king rambled on frantically, unable to understand his own thoughts. In between incoherent rantings, the king would rant on and on about extraplanetary conflict, which honestly, the prince was almost entirely uninterested in. There was no use in pursuing galactic power if he couldn't secure even his home planet.
Soon though, Plato turned towards Tarion with a vicious twist of tongue, defaming his fathers work only moments after saying he came to speak with an audience with him. The prince stared daggers at the failing ex-leader.
"Tch. Please, noble Plato," Tarion snapped curtly, revealing a flash of self importance that indicated his perception of greater power than Plato, "Contain yourself. There's no need to fuel the libel. King Konat is an excellent leader and although he has chosen to go into retirement, his leadership was excellently crafted and undeniably vital to the state of Konat as it is currently."
Tarion looked away, in a moment of faux emotionality "I myself was sent off to the Kashvar," he glanced up at Plato, allowing the gravity of his statement to set in. "They were a benevolent people who are now no longer necessary to the operation of Konat." He paused for a moment. "I can't comprehend why you can't be understanding, Plato. These attacks are no way to treat the new royalty, nor any way to speak of my father."
When Plato gestured to Tarion as if he was a puppet of breech's plan, he didn't attempt to suppress his scoff. At this point, his calculated mannerisms were beginning to fall, not for any lack of personal awareness, but simply for disrespect for the mad ex-king. But quickly, Tarion began to pull himself back into politeness.
Tarion smirked slightly at Breech's impressive handling of the situation. The "advisor" was expertly fielding Plato's questions, simply tearing off the bandaid of the interaction as quickly as possible. Tarion briefly toyed with the idea of interjecting and taking a firmer stance on Breech's side, but it would be a useless gesture. He might as well remain some semblance of a relationship with the ex king. He was certainly a powerful ally.
"Plato, I would be happy to accompany you to the spaceport if you wish to discuss this further… But I believe it's time to go." The prince then turned to Breech, giving him a look that said "please ask me to stay here and not go with him."
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Post by Plato on Feb 6, 2017 4:46:47 GMT
Plato nodded at Breech for his comment though he was more focused on what Tarion as he spoke about his father trying to defend him. "Well I respect the king, his choice was hard, and it was not his first choice he made that made me hate him, 1 percent of the kid’s commoners to save all the people, while I’m disgusted to say it was the right choice." He paused for a brief moment collecting his thoughts, "He sent kids post, because he had been bullied into it, he could have easily stopped after that, but he refused too, that is why I hate him, as for him being an excellent leader I’d put was, I seemed to remember two kings after he was overthrown." He was about to make another quip but then he fell to silence a frown forming on his face as Tariot spoke. He was about to apologize, but then he heard those accursed words, “They were a Benevolent People." He heard the words his arms dropping to his side for a moment before it tightened into a fist. He could let one bygone go past, though if he got the chance he'd make the man a dead man. He was a prince, who claimed a people who took thousands of kids and turned them into beasts. He assumed they were good people and even human. They were as close to human as Walker was, and that was a far cry to be sure. Flames Burned around Plato as he gave his death glare to Tarion, before returning focus to Breech.
When he questioned how he could of felt Articho signature once more he scoffed, "My my, I thought such a learned man as yourself who was on a planet with so magic would understand, shall I spell it out, he came back to life same as me." He said before turning to see what breech was projecting through his eyes, about the rebuilding of Car. He could not even finish the thought. It was surprised him greatly, it angered him too, rebuilding the man that he hated nearly as much as the kashvarr and Walker, though he had a long way to go, it did relieve however he was gone destroyed early after he was built. "It must be why you came here, you could only come so far bringing people back, and it makes sense now." He shacked his head now. "You must have never found what you were looking for, perhaps you’re hungry to advance the pull of science, bring people back from darker and darker points, even those dragged into the deepest stretches of hell." He put a hand on his chin pondering what Breech could be seeking. He came to a compounding Conclusion as he listened to the shouting all around from people who wanted his head, it was over. Any chance of a peaceful resolution had ended the day he left the world; his people only saw the twisted husk of a coward left. There was a large sigh that echoed through the room as the flames. "I can see now, I’ve compounded everything, I understand what has to occur." Plato said with rage burning in his eyes.
"I always thought I could walk on the path of good, treading the strings carefully as possible, I see now." He said stepping forward, "You better not send Tarion with me in fact I suggest you get everyone to move away from me, I’m steaming with enough rage to rip this world asunder but I refuse to be fall in line knowing even if I did overthrow you and your army of robots, it will end the same, I’ll just be overthrown and a man worse than yourself will rule, it does not matter, it actually somewhat gladdening, at least a man with some good heart is ruling." He turned his head staring at the people outside and the sky, "Your lucky Breech if I been bright enough to find a good replacement, then your head would be laying on a spike, but I’ve been too bold in my steps, you’re not the one I need to slay to fix these mistakes." He raised his arm, "Lord Breech, Prince, and King Max, I wish you three good days, along with all my kin." He made his steps towards leaving the building a thick aura of flame and smoke following him. Breech was not the one he needed to kill for a peaceful konats, it was Walker.
(Attempting Thread exit)
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Post by Dr. Breech on Feb 7, 2017 13:03:45 GMT
Breech smiled warmly at Plato as he left, and with a swift stride, he returned to the Palace.
(Thread exit. Will take PL if successful.)
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Tarion Konat
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Post by Tarion Konat on Feb 8, 2017 2:57:05 GMT
As Plato engaged in conversation with Tarion, the prince nodded along empathetically, while interspersing his own experiences with the experimentation along the way.
Soon Plato began to lash out once more, and Tarion felt himself withdrawing from the conversation. But when tarion brought up the purported benevolence of the Kashvar, Plato seemed to tense up viscously. The former mad king had enclosed himself into what seemed like a rampage. As plato denied the prince the 'luxury' of accompanying him, he sneered a goodbye at all of them and stormed off into the city.
"It's been a pleasure, Plato."
Immediately, Tarion turned to the King's advisor and followed him out. "Advisor Breech, we have so much to talk about," crooned the prince as he quickly paced out beside him, banishing Plato from his mind without a second thought.
The "Liberator" was done for politically. There was no recovering from that. He was just ejected from Konatasian politics, permanently.
(Exit, PL with Heavyweights!)
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Queen Habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Feb 19, 2017 7:33:44 GMT
Plato | WC: 3159 | Gains: 5,528 | New PL: 170,219 Breech | WC: 1651 | Gains: 3,880 | New PL: 76,999 Tarion | WC: 2102 | Gains: 5,465 | New PL: 9,965
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